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“This makes no sense!“ A voice cried helplessly into the twilight sun. David felt as if he had walked in circles for what felt like several hours. Hell, it could have even been a day since he landed on the alien planet. Sitting down on the cracked pavement, he read his instructions again. “If you are by the sector 2 tram station go past the alloy statue, then find Little Magella road. Turn left on building 42 and follow the lights until they turn red…“ The first part was clear enough, once he landed he took a bus to sector 2 and found the tram station, yet threre was no statue to be found. He convinced himself they must have written it wrong, and looked for Little Magella. He found a Magella road but the sign said grand.“ They probably wrote it wrong again.“ He mumbled, convincing himself it was the truth and followed the wide road down. After walking up and down the road several times, unable to find building 42, he gave up.

Shut in his own world he went trough the day, again and again, trying to find where he went wrong. “I should have never taken that offer. How did I trick myself into believing I could handle this?“ In his delirious mumbling a stranger walked by. “What's bothering you stranger, do you need some help?“ David looked up to see an alien, he knew he should not think that but intergalactic history and biology was not his strongest subject in school. The alien wore a t-shirt with a simple pattern surrounding a symbol, a brand David did not recognise, and tight shorts, maybe a bit too tight as the fabric hugged the alien's hips. Their skin was a walnut brown, dotted with various patches of brown. “Eyes up here friend.“ David broke free from his trance and bolted upwards. “Yes, sorry“ he managed to squeak out. The human stared into the alien's eyes as requested, they were about the same height baring the quills that protruded out its head.

“I need to get to the red light district, do you know where it is?“ David asked, his voice desperate yet sincere. The alien smirked, showing serrated teeth in its elongated jaw, and brought their hand to their chin. “Red light district huh? Why would you want to go there?“ They asked in a sultry tone. Blushing deeply, he said the first thing that came to mind “Business!" The alien stepped closer to David, releasing his chin and grabbed David's side. “Why go there for business?" he asked, his slender tongue escaping his mouth for a moment. “It's a place to have fun. A place to relax. Something I can help with that." He continued. David broke eye contact, stepped back, and composed himself. “N-no that won't be necessary. I'm late, and I really need to be there before dusk." The alien looked into David's pleading eyes, sighing in defeat. “Fine, I need to be there myself. Follow me."

Walking down the road, they took a sharp left by a restaurant into an alleyway. David's guide said it was a shortcut to Little Magella. Out of the corners of his eyes the human saw a statue representing the colony's founder, standing proud with a material pod behind him. Further down the road lights of varying colors started to show. All these landmarks and points of interest, David noticed none of them. He was too focused on his escort's back. The backside of his arms was adorned with quills similar to the ones on the alien's head, only shorter and less vibrant. The same could be said of their neck but these quills looked taken care of, and they left an outline on his shirt down his spine, leading to his shorts. Once David saw the shorts again his absent mind took hold. The shorts were stretched out, barely containing the thighs, hips, and posterior of his spiky guide. David could not deny, it was an attractive view. “There we are, the red-light district." The alien said with gusto, stopping dead in his tracks.

David forced his sight to leave his escort, to now see the vibrant scene surrounding him. The street was filled with aliens from every part of the galaxy, all in various states of intoxication. Some took to the streets, yelling that their stand the best prices only to be outbid by stranger down the street. Knickknacks, tools and toys, pirated holo-tapes, and erotica was sold by these peddlers. Not everyone sold goods. Some wore clothing even your new place of work would not approve of, whispering acts they were willing to do and prices to anyone willing to listen. The sides of the street were lined with bars, cafes and restaurants. All with their different themes to draw in a crowd. Zero-G, a tribal theme, and, to David's surprise, a good old-fashioned Irish pub. “Guess the concept is hard rooted in our culture." He mumbled absentminded. His escort turned around with a flourish and gave David a friendly smile. “I have to go now. Hope whatever business you have get solved." He said, shaking the human's hand. David's eyes focused on the alien once more. He looked brighter, and his quills seemed longer. “Thanks for the help. Guess I'll see you sometime?" He asked, hoping to have a friend in this new place. “Who knows, this is a big town after all. I might just disappear." The alien said as he vanished into the crowd.

After some slurred directions David got from a masked alien and a handful of gropes from handsy night walkers he finally arrived at what would hopefully be his new workplace, the Lounge to the Heavens. It did not look as dirty compared to the pictures they sent, probably because the blemishes were covered in dark and smoothed over with neon lights. It was placed on a side road, much calmer than the main street but still close enough to get a steady supply of horn dogs and drunkards willing to spend their cash. A line slithered across the side of the building, leading to its entrance. Guarding it was a big, lumbering brute of an alien. One of his arms could tear David in half. The bouncer wore a black tank top that did nothing to hide his muscular body, or the tattoos on his red scales. A black serpent creeping out from his side. His already imposing aura accentuated by his shredded dark blue jeans.

David entered the line and patiently waited for his judgement. In his thirty-minute-long wait he saw the bouncer throw out 4 people, break up an argument about who stood first, and had a one sided fight with someone that taught they could beat him in a fight. Finally arriving at the entrance, David could now see the bouncer towering over him. The human barely reached his chest. David looked up to face the bouncer, he had no discernible nose just nostrils at the tip of his snout, and there were no lips to cover his sharp teeth. Scars decorated their face; one big across his right eye. A booming voice echoed the alien's throat. “Id." He said, shaking the ground around them. David fumbled in his pockets trying to find his wallet. Once found he showed the bouncer his identification. “Don't have the sector's seal on it. Cannot let you in. Next!" The bouncer yelled. In a panic David stopped the next patron, clarifying that he was not there for pleasure but looking for Alad. “Sure you are. Think I have not heard that one before? Next!" He repeated, irritation at the tip of the alien's tongue. David pleaded, told the bouncer of how hard he struggled just to reach this place. He could not get thrown out now, he could not go back. In his tirade David felt lighter, as if telling someone of his problems took a weight of his chest, but suddenly his world was turned upside down. Hanging over the bouncer's shoulder, David held firmly by his strength, they went into the club.

His vision obscured by the bouncer's back; David could not see the club they entered. But even if he could not see, he could hear heavy music and smell the stench of alcohol. The atmosphere was heavy, loud banging techno music, cries of joy when the dancers removed a piece of clothing and a strong blend of several races' arousal permeated through the entire building. David caught glimpses of two dancers whilst the bouncer carried him through the main hall. One was a slender, white creature flowing around the pole with the grace of a butterfly. The other was rigid, deliberate in their dance. With the quick glance he got, David could only describe the second dancer as an Illithid. When the bouncer walked past the private dance rooms everything about the atmosphere got heavier, the most notable change being moans instead of rallying screams. Finally, the brute had reached his destination. By the sounds of it seemed to be a bar. “Got someone that says they know you. Said you had organized a meeting." The bouncer spoke to someone behind the counter. “A meeting eh?" The voice behind the counter was synthesized yet held a serene tone, mild chatter showing some age. “You would not happen to be David, would you? The person behind the bar asked. “YES! yes I am." David said in a panic. At the confirmation, the bouncer dropped David off his shoulders and placed him on an empty stool. A quiet apologetic nod escaped him before he left. “The names Alad. This dumps automatic leisure and drink unit. At your service!" The old robot hummed out. If the voice synthesizer was not telling already, Alad was an older unit. Some if his parts were rusty and the display on his head glitched slightly but he was still functioning. As if reading David's mind, Alad answered his question. “Maintenance ain't cheap, an sometimes the cheapest parts are in the dumpster. This one is from surveyor bot" he said knocking on his rounded head. “But don't worry about me, I got a few decades in me left!"

Alad and David discussed everything from his travel here to the music choice in the club, all while Alad took every customers order and prepared them with finesse not even seen in newer models. Though this was a nice change of pace, David still worried about his job. “Excuse me Alad, but shouldn't we have an interview?" The human said as the robot poured beer into a glass and slid it across the table. Once he saw the customer catch it, he put his arm against the counter. “We are having it now kid." The robot said calm as day. David tensed up. Why would he have the interview here, was the robot testing him? Alad shook David to life and locked eyes with him. “You look tense kid. Could I offer something straight from the tap to help ya relax?" David stared back, not sure what he meant. Before he could ask, Alad cleared his throat. “I am asking if you want to suck my dick." The robot said nonchalantly. Stunned, David backed off the chair, still looking into Alad's display. “Uh, not right now. Let me think on it." He said, attempting to walk away from the situation.

David sat silently in a corner booth, taking in the music and collecting himself. Wondering why he had to get all flustered over a joke, at least he hoped it was a joke, he sunk deeper into his seat. He knew from the beginning this would be different, from the planet to the smell in the air. But he could not shake the feeling of it being too large of a change. He hung himself over the table in frustration and sighed. At least there was some entertainment to distract himself with. The white alien from before danced on stage. He moved weightless around the pole. Bending, twisting himself to show much yet as little as possible. As gracefully as he began, he left the stage when the song was over. The crowd already growing restless with no distractions. Their salvation came as the intercom buzzed. The next dancer Chroma, the Altergeist, but David was inside his own world already.

As the phantoms of the near past haunted him, David felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around to see a smooth, eyeless, white head. “Not. Like. Dance." The alien whispered inquisitively. The dancer took their clawed hand and placed it on David's thigh, lightly caressing it. “Maybe better… Private?" He asked, his hand trailing closer to the human's waist. David's eyes went wide as he recognized this as the graceful and otherworldly dancer on stage from before, in shock he slid out from the hands grasp. “No, sorry. I'm not really feeling it." David said, trying to defuse the situation. The alien straightened itself, their spine curving forward aggressively in its more neutral stance. He was about a head taller than David and wore a black tube top. A series of bands covered his body, hanging loose on his limbs and head. Except for his crotch which was wrapped suggestively tight. Before he left David got its attention once more. “But, uh, you dance really well. I quite enjoyed it." He said, a smile forming on the alien's near featureless head.

After saying goodbye, the bouncer came up to David. Blood trickled down his arm, an open wound from a recent fight David guessed. “Boss doesn't want ya on the floor, he's gotten complaints about you souring the mood." The crimson bouncer said goading the man to follow him. Not eager to walk back here after being tossed across the city, he complied and followed the bouncer. “Seems Sonar has taken a liking to you, how lucky." The bouncer said, pushing a rowdy human out of the way. David focused on the alien's back as he trailed behind him. Several scars bejeweled his upper back, a pink trail where something sharp penetrated the bouncer's scales, and black ink hinted at more tattoos hidden beneath the cloth. Closing his eyes, trying to figure out what hid underneath the tank top, David followed the sounds of the bouncer's footsteps. Until he walked into him, pushing the alien slightly forward. Huffing in annoyance, the bouncer opened a door and shoved David into a blindingly bright room compared to the dance hall. The room was rundown, cracks and stains decorated the walls and floors. There was some things to make it more homely. A fridge, some cabinets, and a worn-out couch, ready to collapse, decorated the room. “One hour until we close, stay here." The bouncer said closing the door.

David walked to the sofa and slumped down. One hour of waiting, for what he was not sure of. Good news he hoped. The door opened once more; a black bug entered the backstage area. He wore a simple vest, and a white thong to shield his privates. Its head a mixture of a moth and an ant David remembered from back home. Around its wrists, ankles and neck the alien had a white, damp, ring of fur. Though what caught David's eye was the paint on him. White patterns covered the bug's body, some went straight others followed the chitin, above his crotch a spiral had been painted. The bug was completely oblivious to David's presence, looted in the fridge and downed a bottle of soda before even noticing he was not alone. His mandibles separating into a wide smile as his eyes widened in surprise. He placed the bottle back in the fridge and approached David. “Yo, what's up? I haven't seen you before." He said energetically, “No wait I have, you were the loner in the booth." The bug added before leaping into the couch. Landing on his chitin back, he sunk into his seat and extended his arm in welcome. “Anyways, the names Firefly friend!" He said, a slight buzz trailing his sentence. Dazed, the man took the bugs hand shook it. “David." He said, trying to absorb all that happened.

After the introductions, Firefly asked David question after question not giving him the chance to answer the one asked a moment ago. Where do you come from? What is your favorite type of meat? Do you work out? Why are you here? The last one David found the room to speak. “I applied to work here. But I don't think I'm fit for this place." He answered, almost biting his tongue with the speed he uttered his words. This made Firefly stop his barrage. The silence that came afterwards was deafening. Firefly's instinctive clicking stopped he breathed calmly. The chitin alien moved closer to David, straddling his lap. “Do you really think that?" The bug asked, hovering over David. Stuck in a chitinous cage, the human could not escape the question. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and met Firefly's intense stare. “Yeah. Don't really know what I was thinking when I applied." He answered. “I can't handle… Promiscuous or lewd situations that well. I blew it by running away from your boss. What was I even thinking when I applied here?" Firefly surged forward and embraced the ranting man, shutting him up in the process. Firefly was surprisingly soft for a bug, the fluff around his neck was smooth as cotton and as tender as a summer dream. “Don't worry about that. Alad can be a bit forward, even more so than the dancers, but he's a great guy!" The bug said trying to comfort David. Releasing his grip, Firefly looked into David's eyes, a mischievous spark flowing through them. “Besides, I can help you get more comfortable with that stuff." Firefly said pressing his groin onto David's. “If you want, of course."

David taught of Firefly's proposal for a moment. The heat from Firefly's body enveloping the human, distracting him from the outside world. A cough penetrated the veil, forcing David back from his stupor. The Illithid lookalike stood by the door, an amused expression drawn on his face. “I see you are getting very, intimately, acquainted with each other." The Illithid teased. “But Fire, you should remember, we are professionals. If you are to entertain someone you need to do it in private AND charge them for it." He had a regal tone, a sound very out of place for this establishment. The smooth skinned alien's clothes reminded David of ancient stories about sea raiders. A yellow bandana around his smooth head. Golden bracers tightly tied around their wrists. A deep, blue coat which complemented his electric purple skin. A pair of trunks and black thigh highs hugged his legs.

Firefly's fluff grew, his body shaking with anger. “One time Pelagius, it was one time!" He almost yelled. “Once is enough to get branded for life." Pelagius said walking across the room. The pirate studied the, now, shrunken, embarrassed man beneath Firefly. “You're not half bad. Might even call you sexy if you caught me in a good mood." He mused, Pelagius' yellow eyes filling with amusement from the increasingly frustrated bug. Firefly raised himself, turning with a grin to face Pelagius. “Branded huh? I heard something similar earlier." Firefly said, feigning ignorance. “I heard a group talk of a proud octopus craving for them to pound him into dust and paint him white. A sort of branding, wouldn't you say?" The bug asked smugly, waiting to see Pelagius' response. “And you would insinuate that octopus would be me?" Pelagius asked back, his back straightening in attempt to hold is royal stance. “Just a hunch. I mean, you did walk funny on stage and this morning Sonar mentioned you smelled differently." Firefly said, his mandibles parting into a grin. Pelagius blushed, dark purple spots covering his face, and his tentacles twitched in rage. The tension between the two got heavier. Completely forgetting their audience as they fought. “Calm down! There is, probably, no reason to get this intense about nothing," David shouted sheepishly, trying to remedy the situation. They both turned, their glare stinging into the human's body as their rage got a new focus. “He's right about that you bastards, so simmer down. We're closing up. Time for you two to head home." Said Alad, standing in the doorway. “C'mon, get out!" He yelled, forcing the two apart. They left shortly thereafter; the tension still palpable even with them gone.

“Glad I got here now. Those two can get quite feisty with another." Alad said, sighing deeply. The human raised himself from the couch and approached the robot. This was it, he had to make it count. “Well it was good you meet them. When I am not there you'll have to calm them down" he said, a smile spreading on his LED. Stopping dead in his tracks, David looked at the bartended, his mind racing. “What? I actually got hired?" He blurted out. Alad, resting against the wall, considered his words for a second. “Well it was either you or no one. Not many want it on their résumé that they worked for a strip club." The bartender said, shooting David a kind glance. Panicked, David tried to come up with a way to thank Alad, to fully express his gratitude for this opportunity. “T-thanks." He said, a nervous laughter spreading through him. “No need to thank me. The others seem to at least tolerate your existence, an I can only speak for Chroma and myself, but we are happy to have you here. Hell, you should thank him. He convinced me to take you in, said you were a friend." Alad said, his synthesizer crackling slightly. Confused, David cocked his head and stared. “I just got here, and I don't know this Chroma."

“Oh, you hurt me stranger." A new voice said, echoing in the room. Slightly spooked, David jumped as he felt someone poke his back. An azure alien, green patches dotting his skin and red quills on his head and arms, stood behind him. The alien lazily raised his hand, greeting the human. His clothing was an outlier compared to the other dancers. They all wore tight, teasing, outfits while his was loose and made of an almost see through material. Wires going through the fabric, and electrical parts placed on his hips. If David had to compare it to anything, it would have reminded him of a belly dancers' outfit, sashes tied from his vest to his wrists. “The name is Chroma, sorry for not saying it earlier. I really thought we wouldn't meet again." The dancer said apologetically. Bewildered, David stared into the milky white of Chroma's eyes, watching as the aliens pitch black iris focused on him back. Try as he might, David did not recognize Chroma. A pang of guilt hit his body as Chroma turned around. “Well to be fair, you probably remember this view better." He said, presenting his backside for David, a line of quills flowing down his back ending above his buttocks. Wanting to turn away in shame, David was transfixed as Chroma's quills dulled to a quiet brown. His skin pulsed outwards from his quills, slowly turning the azure tone into an earthy brown. “Recognize me now stranger, or do I have to spell it out for you?" Chroma said turning around with a flourish. Before David stood the alien that lead him here to the red-light district. “No need, I recognize you." He said, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

The job would be simple, handle the club's finances and make sure they stay in the red with all the new renovations they are doing. Confident, David accepted his task without asking questions. His father said he was good with numbers, no need to worry. Alad mentioned he could need a helping hand with some other odd jobs. Helping in the bar, cleaning the rooms, or helping the dancers get ready were only the few task he could be asked to do. They usually have enough dancers for all the stages but most move to a different club or goes off world after some months. Though they had an ace up their slave, their five exclusive dancers. Pelagius, Chroma, Firefly, Sonar, and himself if he was feeling frisky and the bar was tended. Once David knew his tasks, Alad left to go home, smaking David's ass as he walked out the back room. An apologetic smile formed on Chroma's face before he followed their boss out.

David took note of how small the main room was as he walked out. It felt much bigger when was carried through here earlier, and there were still credits left on stage. Taking another step, he almost tripped due to stepping an empty bottle. Wanting to make a good first impression, and make sure he did not actually fall, David decided to clean up the area. After picking up several bottles, all in various states full, did he hear something wet hit the floor. The bouncer appeared from the corner of his eyes, mopping the floor sticky floor. His tired gaze and methodical strokes showing his experience. He absentmindedly walked backwards into David, making him drop the bottles he carried, some breaking as they hit the floor. The bouncer turned quickly when he heard the bottles break, and worry spread as he saw David sitting in the middle of the rubble.

“I'm so sorry." He said, his voice filled with worry, as he picked up the human with one hand. Dangling above the ground, David was amazed by the ease that the alien could carry him. “No. I should be sorry; I was in the way." The human said, landing on his feet. The crimson bouncer closed his eyes, a deep sigh escaped him as he saw no blood on David. “Did the meeting go well?" He asked, attempting to smile despite his lack of lips. Breaming with pride, the human slammed his chest. “You're looking at your newest coworker." Nodding, the scaled brute patted David on the back, nearly making him fall over once again. “Happy to meet cha, hope I didn't scare you earlier. I have to be strict on the clock." He said gripping the back of David's shirt. “You can call me Fergus, I'm the bouncer as you've surely noticed."

Fergus released his grip, letting David move past the shards of glass he just swept up. “Fergus… What a cool name." David said looking into the bouncer's blue eyes. Fergus' clawed hand scratched his neck, his crimson scales turning a shade deeper around his cheeks. “Now I don't know about that." The bouncer said, avoiding eye contact. Oblivious to the brute's state of mind, David grabbed Fergus' mop. “I mean it. With a name like that you could be an action star. You even got the muscles for it, and if you took that tank off, I bet those tattoos of yours would be great on a poster." He said earnestly. Looking away at a far-off corner, Fergus struggled to think, let alone speak, as his blush started to creep across his entire dace. “T-th-thanks for the compliment." He stuttered, before hastily walking away from David.

Walking out of the club, the human barely recognized the district. Silent and dark, every bar and cafee had its lights, and the street vendors where nowhere to be seen. Only a few drunken stragglers remained, wandering down the lonely roads. David joined them, trotting down an unfamiliar road into the dawn's light. The future was uncertain, but it was nice to think about it. A new place to work, interesting coworkers, new city, a new planet. No matter what he would face here, he felt confident he could take it in stride. His first challenge, finding somewhere to sleep.